I know he had it this very evening.

Where is Kaffar now ?" "Is it true ?" I remember saying.

"Have we been together ?" "That's his knife, at any rate.

And what is this ?" Voltaire picked up something from the ground and looked at it.
"Kaffar's," he said.

"Look, Mr.Blake; do you recognize this ?" I looked and saw a finely-worked neckcloth, on which was written in Arabic characters the words "Aba Wady Kaffar." It had every appearance of being soiled by severe wrenching, and on it were spots of blood.
My faculties were rapidly returning to me, yet I stood as one in a dream.
"You say, Mr.Justin Blake, that you do not know where Kaffar is, yet you hold in your hand his knife, which is red with blood.